A tiny flame inside my hand
A compromise, I never planned
Unravel out the finer strands
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should I fill it up with words somehow?
I whispered something in her ear
I bare my soul but she don't hear
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
Well, maybe she remembers us
Collecting space up in the sky
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
I lay her gently on my clothes
She will leave me, yes I know
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should I fill it up with words somehow?
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
Well, maybe she remembers us
Collecting space up in the sky
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
Well, maybe she remembers us
Collecting space up in the sky
Don't look back into black
Don't let the memory of the sound
Drag you down
Don't look back into black
Don't let the memory of the sound
Drag you down
Don't look back into black
Don't let the memory of the sound
Drag you down
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